My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0689 Nina

The receptionist at the sleek hotel front desk flashed me a polite smile as Luke and I approached. My shoes seemed to echo as they clicked on the marble floors, and I looked around warily, taking in the sight of all of the wealthy hotel patrons that were milling around.

"I feel out of place," I whispered to Luke. "Everyone looks so... rich."

Luke stifled a chuckle at my words. "We're a couple of country bumpkins, aren't we?"

I would have laughed, if it weren't for the circumstances. While the other city goers and travelers around us were dressed in luxury and designer outfits, I was dressed in my usual t- shirt and jeans, with one of Enzo's flannels thrown over the top.

Little did any of these people know that I was the daughter of a powerful werewolf king, but preferred it that way.

Luke, as always, wore a battered graphic t-shirt and equally-battered jeans. Even though he had flesh on the outside now rather than just bones, he had kept his style of oversized clothes that looked like they had been stolen off of a thrift store mannequin.

Normally, it was endearing. Here, it made people stare at us. But appearances weren't exactly my main concern these past couple of days.

"Welcome," the receptionist said, an older woman with her silver hair pulled back into a neat bun. "Checking in?"

I swallowed, hoping to force a bit of fake confidence into my tone as I addressed her. "I'm actually here to visit one of your guests," I said.

The woman shot me a curious look. "Oh? What's the guest's name?"

"Enzo Rivers," I replied. "He's my husband. He should have checked in a couple of days ago."

The woman nodded, typing the name into her computer. I watched as she clicked around for a moment, humming to herself, then, she frowned. "I'm sorry, our records show that Mr. Rivers failed to check out this moming."

My chest constricted painfully even as I fought to cling to composure. "I'm sorry," I said." Failed to check out?*

"It's not uncommon; perhaps he simply forgot. He never came down at the usual check-out time, and when our cleaners went to

Luke. He shot me the same wide-eyed look I was giving him. "This can't be possible," I

some ID, Mrs. Rivers?" the

eyes told

him?" I asked. "He's tall, muscular, with curly brown hair and brown eyes. He wears a lot of flannels." I fluttered the flannel I

her.

nodded, and her face seemed to fall ever so slightly.

exchanged glances again. "Was he

time, her face

freight train, but I refused to believe them. You must be

"I'm so sorry, dear," she said softly. "I know it's often difficult to learn the

of my throat as the implication hit me. No, absolutely not. After everything we had

something had

up my left hand, my diamond ring glinting on

rounded belly, our unbom

looked stricken. "I-you're right," she said. "I shouldn't assume, of course. Let me pull up the

my face. He said nothing. but his eyes spoke volumes; not Enzo. He would never do anything like that. We were fated mates. No, it

her keyboard, she turned the computer screen so could see. She pointed, and there he was: Enzo, walking out of the bar... with none other than Mila on

arm-in-arm, smiles on their faces. He was saying something, and she was laughing along with him. No stumbling, no

ordinary, except for the glaring fact that a woman

him.

on

carrying his child! But the kind receptionist's pitying eyes reflected my

room?" Luke asked urgently. "We'd like

afraid allowing non-registered guests